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WHILE these affairs in distant places pass d	A
The various Iris Juno sends with haste	B
To find bold Turnus who with anxious thought	C
The secret shade of his great grandsire sought	C
Retir d alone she found the daring man	D
And op d her rosy lips and thus began	D
What none of all the gods could grant thy vows	E
That Turnus this auspicious day bestows	F
neas gone to seek th Arcadian prince	G
Has left the Trojan camp without defense	H
And short of succors there employs his pains	I
In parts remote to raise the Tuscan swains	I
Now snatch an hour that favors thy designs	I
Unite thy forces and attack their lines	I
This said on equal wings she pois d her weight	J
And form d a radiant rainbow in her flight	K
The Daunian hero lifts his hands and eyes	I
And thus invokes the goddess as she flies	I
Iris the grace of heav n what pow r divine	L
Has sent thee down thro dusky clouds to shine	L
See they divide immortal day appears	I
And glitt ring planets dancing in their spheres	I
With joy these happy omens I obey	M
And follow to the war the god that leads the way	M
Thus having said as by the brook he stood	N
He scoop d the water from the crystal flood	O
Then with his hands the drops to heav n he throws	I
And loads the pow rs above with offer d vows	I
Now march the bold confed rates thro the plain	P
Well hors d well clad a rich and shining train	P
Messapus leads the van and in the rear	Q
The sons of Tyrrheus in bright arms appear	Q
In the main battle with his flaming crest	R
The mighty Turnus tow rs above the rest	R
Silent they move majestically slow	S
Like ebbing Nile or Ganges in his flow	S
The Trojans view the dusty cloud from far	T
And the dark menace of the distant war	U
Caicus from the rampire saw it rise	I
Black ning the fields and thick ning thro the skies	I
Then to his fellows thus aloud he calls	I
What rolling clouds my friends approach the walls	I
Arm arm and man the works prepare your spears	I
And pointed darts the Latian host appears	I
Thus warn d they shut their gates with shouts ascend	V
The bulwarks and secure their foes attend	V
For their wise gen ral with foreseeing care	W
Had charg d them not to tempt the doubtful war	U
Nor tho provok d in open fields advance	I
But close within their lines attend their chance	I
Unwilling yet they keep the strict command	X
And sourly wait in arms the hostile band	X
The fiery Turnus flew before the rest	R
A piebald steed of Thracian strain he press d	A
His helm of massy gold and crimson was his crest	R
With twenty horse to second his designs	I
An unexpected foe he fac d the lines	I
Is there he said in arms who bravely dare	W
His leader s honor and his danger share	W
Then spurring on his brandish d dart he threw	Y
In sign of war applauding shouts ensue	Y
Amaz d to find a dastard race that run	Z
Behind the rampires and the battle shun	Z
He rides around the camp with rolling eyes	I
And stops at ev ry post and ev ry passage tries	I
So roams the nightly wolf about the fold	A2
Wet with descending show rs and stiff with cold	A2
He howls for hunger and he grins for pain	P
His gnashing teeth are exercis d in vain	P
And impotent of anger finds no way	M
In his distended paws to grasp the prey	M
The mothers listen but the bleating lambs	I
Securely swig the dug beneath the dams	I
Thus ranges eager Turnus o er the plain	P
Sharp with desire and furious with disdain	P
Surveys each passage with a piercing sight	K
To force his foes in equal field to fight	K
Thus while he gazes round at length he spies	I
Where fenc d with strong redoubts their navy lies	I
Close underneath the walls the washing tide	B2
Secures from all approach this weaker side	B2
He takes the wish d occasion fills his hand	X
With ready fires and shakes a flaming brand	X
Urg d by his presence ev ry soul is warm d	A
And ev ry hand with kindled firs is arm d	A
From the fir d pines the scatt ring sparkles fly	C2
Fat vapors mix d with flames involve the sky	C2
What pow r O Muses could avert the flame	D2
Which threaten d in the fleet the Trojan name	D2
Tell for the fact thro length of time obscure	E2
Is hard to faith yet shall the fame endure	E2
T is said that when the chief prepar d his flight	K
And fell d his timber from Mount Ida s height	K
The grandam goddess then approach d her son	Z
And with a mother s majesty begun	Z
Grant me she said the sole request I bring	F2
Since conquer d heav n has own d you for its king	F2
On Ida s brows for ages past there stood	N
With firs and maples fill d a shady wood	N
And on the summit rose a sacred grove	G2
Where I was worship d with religious love	H2
Those woods that holy grove my long delight	K
I gave the Trojan prince to speed his flight	K
Now fill d with fear on their behalf I come	I2
Let neither winds o erset nor waves intomb	I2
The floating forests of the sacred pine	L
But let it be their safety to be mine	L
Then thus replied her awful son who rolls	I
The radiant stars and heav n and earth controls	I
How dare you mother endless date demand	X
For vessels molded by a mortal hand	X
What then is fate Shall bold neas ride	B2
Of safety certain on th uncertain tide	B2
Yet what I can I grant when wafted o er	J2
The chief is landed on the Latian shore	U
Whatever ships escape the raging storms	I
At my command shall change their fading forms	I
To nymphs divine and plow the wat ry way	M
Like Dotis and the daughters of the sea	A
To seal his sacred vow by Styx he swore	U
The lake of liquid pitch the dreary shore	U
And Phlegethon s innavigable flood	O
And the black regions of his brother god	K2
He said and shook the skies with his imperial nod	K2
And now at length the number d hours were come	I2
Prefix d by fate s irrevocable doom	I2
When the great Mother of the Gods was free	A
To save her ships and finish Jove s decree	A
First from the quarter of the morn there sprung	L2
A light that sign d the heav ns and shot along	M2
Then from a cloud fring d round with golden fires	I
Were timbrels heard and Berecynthian choirs	I
And last a voice with more than mortal sounds	I
Both hosts in arms oppos d with equal horror wounds	I
O Trojan race your needless aid forbear	A
And know my ships are my peculiar care	A
With greater ease the bold Rutulian may	M
With hissing brands attempt to burn the sea	A
Than singe my sacred pines But you my charge	N2
Loos d from your crooked anchors launch at large	N2
Exalted each a nymph forsake the sand	X
And swim the seas at Cybele s command	X
No sooner had the goddess ceas d to speak	O2
When lo th obedient ships their haulsers break	P2
And strange to tell like dolphins in the main	P
They plunge their prows and dive and spring again	Q2
As many beauteous maids the billows sweep	R2
As rode before tall vessels on the deep	R2
The foes surpris d with wonder stood aghast	S2
Messapus curb d his fiery courser s haste	B
Old Tiber roar d and raising up his head	T2
Call d back his waters to their oozy bed	T2
Turnus alone undaunted bore the shock	U2
And with these words his trembling troops bespoke	U2
These monsters for the Trojans fate are meant	V2
And are by Jove for black presages sent	V2
He takes the cowards last relief away	M
For fly they cannot and constrain d to stay	M
Must yield unfought a base inglorious prey	M
The liquid half of all the globe is lost	W2
Heav n shuts the seas and we secure the coast	X2
Theirs is no more than that small spot of ground	Y2
Which myriads of our martial men surround	Y2
Their fates I fear not or vain oracles	I
	Z2

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